"MEET ME IN MIKERITAVILLE-IV"

      

 What's going on here?

     This is the fourth consecutive year that a small group of friends in the Binghamton area have

initiated and managed the "Meet Me In Mikeritaville" event. This is the third time "MMIM" will be presented at Casey's Restaurant & Bar, 1123 Front St., in Binghamton, NY. 

 Why is this happening?

     Each year "MMIM" strives to raise awareness for a worthwhile charity that may be overlooked by other events and fund raising efforts in the area. "MMIM" has raised awareness and funds for IAVA (Iraq & Afghanistan Veterans of America), The Broome County Humane Society, Wounded Warrior Project, and others. This year, the event is presented on behalf of S.T.A.R. (Southern Tier Animal Rescue Network). 

 What does S.T.A.R. do?

     S.T.A.R. doesn't have a high profile in the Triple Cities/Broome County area, but it is a valuable resource in the effort to control the feral cat population of the area surrounding the confluence of the Susquehanna and Chenango rivers. S/T.A.R. is an all volunteer group of caring people who spend much of their free time catching feral cats, having them neutered by local Veterinarians, and returning them to their familiar locations

 How does that help?

     By neutering feral cats, it greatly reduces the population through a humane and natural process. By limiting the cats' ability to procreate in the wild, the population is reduced in a gradual and humane manner. The fewer feral cats, the less of a problem they are to homeowners and other animals existing in their natural habitats.

                                                                     How does "MMIM-IV" work?

      "Meet Me In Mikeritaville-IV" is a musical event. This year, there will be two musical acts performing for attendees.  Both of the acts are family friendly, and play a type of music enjoyed by the young, the older, and everyone in between. There will be raffle basket tickets being sold and a Chinese Auction of the baskets will be on-going all evening. There is a 50 inch, flat-screen, "smart TV" being raffled, as well as multiple 50/50 Raffles, throughout the event. Delicious food and a wide array of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages are being sold by Casey's. There is something for everyone.

    What kind of music is at "MMIM-IV"?

     The music being performed at "MMIM-IV" is a style known as Trop Rock. Think of it as beach music, island vacation music, or even coastal country. To give a clearer idea of what the music is like, think Jimmy Buffett, Zac Brown, Kenny Chesney, and the like. In fact, both "MMIM-IV" acts will be playing familiar songs from each of those artists, as well as their own original music.

    Where does the name "Meet Me In Mikeritaville" come from?

      Excellent question! There's the possibility of a long answer to that, but to respect the reader's time and for convenience sake, here's the short one:  The event started out as a tongue-in-cheek celebration paralleling an event in Fruita, CO, named "Mike The Headless Chicken Day".  June 3rd and 4th 2016, mark the 18th annual MTHCD in Fruita.  Since the group of folks who present MMIM" in Binghamton are Trop Rock music lovers, they named the event in honor of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. Ergo "Mikeritaville", touching on both Miracle Mike the inspirational chicken, and their favorite kind of music. 

All you really need to know.

     On May 21st, at the cozy, family-friendly restaurant called Casey's, there will be a lot of great LIVE music, a group of like-minded people gathered to support a worthy cause, and the opportunity to win prizes from a plethora of raffle baskets, a TV, and cash from "full pay out" 50/50s. THERE ARE FOOD AND DRINK SPECIALS all evening, so you can come and dine on excellent food at reasonable prices.

One last note.

     There is no admission charge, no minimum purchases, and no pressure to participate in the raffles. Just come out and enjoy the music, sing & dance along, and chat with your friends. You'll want to bring all of your friends to share this wonderful time.  We want to see full seats, and your smiling faces.  Come on!  "Meet Me In Mikeritaville"!

For more information or become a volunteer.

"MMIM-IV" on Facebook  

Call for info: Don or Meg: 607-648-6273

The Game

      The Connecticut Committee met every Thursday evening. One particular evening in late October, they decided that immediate action was necessary half-way around the world. Committee member Barbara O'Reilly left the meeting and caught the next available plane from New York's Kennedy International Airport. Her destination was Australia.

      One week later, after five days in Sydney, she was lunching al fresco at the Bondi Trattoria Café on Campbell Parade.

      People moved along the sidewalk either toward Bondi Beach, or the opposite direction toward downtown Sydney. Few took notice of the pretty, tall, well dressed brunette having a seafood salad in the open air. Barbara eyed each pedestrian carefully, her sapphire eyes noting every detail. Blending well into the busy scene, she was just another thirty something business woman having a leisurely lunch.

      When the waiter returned with Barb's check, she carefully laid out the exact amount of the meal. Tipping is considered rude in Australia, and she didn't wish to stand out. She soon spotted what she was waiting for. The swarthy waiter standing by the cafe's side door nodded almost imperceptibly to an elderly woman that was shuffling along the opposite side of Campbell Parade. With no change in his facial expression he dropped his cigarette, stepped on it, and slipped inside the cafe.

      Barbara took one last swallow of Perrier and stood. She slowly arranged some items in her purse, smoothed her skirt, pushed her chair in, and stepped into the light flow of pedestrian traffic. She and the ancient woman were both heading downtown.

      Barb strode briskly along the street, keeping the old lady in sight. The crone seemed unaware of being followed, but Barb knew better. Ten blocks and five direction changes later, Barb was standing in a dark alley, her back against the rear door of a closed haberdashery.

      After moving ahead of her subject, she'd stopped at a public toilet and disposed of the chestnut wig and dark business suit she'd been wearing. Now, she was a tall, striking redhead, wearing a white turtleneck, yellow vest, and designer blue jeans. She held a small silver colored revolver in her right hand.

      Barbara's target entered the alley from the street. Her suddenly youthful step belied her age, and her pace quickly carried her to within a few feet of the waiting redhead. Suddenly the door of the abandoned men's store burst open. Barb was slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the narrow alley. As she crashed into the wall she recognized her attacker. It was the waiter who'd served her lunch. 

     Barbara reflexively raised the Colt and fired. The knife in the menacing waiter's hand froze in mid-air. The stiletto's razor-sharp blade had missed Barb's throat by less than an inch.

      A small dark hole appeared between the waiter's eyes. The wound looked like a tiny third eye, as the man crumbled and fell to the damp bricks. Barb quickly retrieved the dagger with a gloved left hand.

      The young man disguised as an old woman, had by then come face to face with Barbara and the waiter. He had no time to retreat. The long thin blade slipped silently between his ribs and through his heart. His last few seconds were wasted trying to understand his fate. "Allah Akbar," he whispered, and his eyes lost their light.

      The untraceable Colt was placed in his lifeless hand. The knife remained in his chest. His plot would be exposed by Sydney police, and his homemade bombs would be found and destroyed during the investigation. The Holy War had come to an end for the young Jihadist named Amin.

      Tropical music from her iPad filled Barb's ears as the Boeing 767 lifted into the warm Sydney night.

      Next week, she thought as she closed her eyes. Next week, perhaps there will be another game.

The Game

By Don Winfield

Thanksgiving 2015 - Lucky Me!

More Than I Deserve

     The past couple of years have been anything but normal. that is if normal for a retire is to tend the garden, mow the lawn, and paint the sashes, in Summer. Then rake the leaves, caulk up the cracks and wait for Winter in Autumn, and spend the Winter blowing and shoveling snow, making sure there's oil in the furnace tank, and working inside at hobbies and writing flowery prose.

     Since October of 2013, many of those routines have been relegated to memories of how things used to be. You see, in October 2013 I started the "bionic adventure".  

     It started out about fifteen years ago, when tennis games became shorter and slower, running in the evening came to a halt, and I started shopping for pain relievers and knee supports. Nothing helps once the hereditary OA begins to take its place in your joints, but you soldier on, telling yourself it'll be just fine if you don't worry about it.

     Turns out you're lying to yourself, and one day you realize you're spending more time in your recliner, than you are bouncing around the yard getting things done.  Trips to the store with or without the wife, get fewer as the pain of walking around aimlessly shopping, increases.  

     Then the trips to the Osteopath begin, becoming more frequent as time passes. One day, you realize that the Cortisone shots and cartilage replacement shots are no longer doing much to relive your discomfort. At that point, the Osteopathic Surgeon begins to mention joint replacement.

     You ask the surgeon if it's an age thing, and he assures you that it can be. but it's just as likely to be hereditary or even from the way you've used/abused your joints over your lifetime.  It turns out that people from their 30s to their 70s are candidates for joint replacement, and frequently have it done.

     In October of '13, I had the right knee done. It was a total replacement with a stainless steel appliance replacing my bones and cartilage. It's said, by the doctor,  to be a fairly simple surgical procedure. He slices your knee open vertically down the kneecap with about an eight inch cut, slides the cap aside, saws the leg bones to remove both the upper and lower portions of your existing joint, and replaces it by gluing in the prosthesis. Presto! Later that day, or early the next morning you're up and gimping around on crutches, using the new knee just like it's your natural one. They have you demonstrate your ability to get about on your own, including climbing stairs, and after a couple of "glue-drying-wound-healing" days in the hospital, you're sent home.

     After reaching home, you make your nest in front of the TV, and prepare to commence a steady regimen of pain relieving medication, and a minimum of bi-weekly trips to Physical Therapy.  After a couple of weeks of PT and heavy duty pain medications, you are pretty much pain free, and are soon shopping with the spouse again, and doing the things you always did with the exception of extreme physical exercise.

     In my case, I also had a damaged right hip. I had been attacked in the line of duty, ten years earlier while working with criminals.  While the knee replacement took away an enormous amount of pain, it didn't take it all, by a long shot. Once my new knee allowed me more mobility, my hip became more painful than the knee ever had.  Every movement was excruciating, and simply rolling over in bed would awaken me with a painful start.  There was no relieving shot available, and nothing short of narcotic pain killers would dull the agony.  Within a year, I had scheduled hip replacement surgery with the same fine surgeon who had done my knee. 

     In January 2015, I received a new hip.  The pain relief was instant.  I awoke in the recovery room and knew immediately that my suffering was over. Recovery was quick, I required a minimal amount of pain medication, and with PT, was getting around better that I had in ten years, inside of a month.

     Unhappily, with OA, it's never only one or two joints.  Eventually others turn up in need of attention.  I am now scheduled to have a partial replacement of my left knee, in January 2016.  There is no cartilage left on the inside of the joint, and with luck, once I'm opened up, they can repair the damage with only a 50% replacement.  The doctor tells me the recovery time is much faster with a partial, and the pain during the healing process is far less than with a total replacement. this is good news, because after a bout fifteen years of walking around with a limp, favoring one side or the other, I'm ready for a good long walk.

     The purpose of this article is not to complain about my problems, pain, or suffering.  Nothing like that, in fact.  The reason I wanted to lay this out this way, is to tell anyone who is suffering from joint pain, that they don't need to much longer.  Get into an Osteopath's office and get the pain diagnosed.  If he suggests shots, get them.  If his x-rays and/or MRIs show that you need a joint repair, get it done.  A month of discomfort following surgery is far better than the years of pain you've no doubt endured so far, and much more attractive than the prospect of continuing to suffer for years to come.  That's where it's going, because those joints don't rejuvenate or repair themselves.  The pain only gets worse.  

     When I see people walking, on the street, in the stores, or anywhere, I find myself looking at their walk.  I see the cane, the walker, sometimes even a wheelchair nearby, and I try to start a conversation about the source of their pain. I was amazed at first, but not so much now, that it's so frequently OA joint pain that has brought them to where they are today. 

     Sometimes it's an insurance issue keeping people from seeking relief.  That's understandable.  Today, however, affordable medical care is within more people's reach than ever before, and if you are on Medicare, that will take care of most of the expenses. 

     I'm not recommending any treatment, or doctor, hospital, etc..  Nothing like that.  I'm only recommending that if you're reading this and you have painful knees or hips, or a friend/family member does, go see a doctor.  There's help for you to live pain free.

     How does this relate to a Happy Thanksgiving?  Due to me taking care of my knees and hip, I am having the best Thanksgiving I've enjoyed in many years.  A year ago, my wife and I didn't go on vacation, due to my inability to move about and enjoy myself,  Now, even though I still need another operation, we just returned from nearly two weeks in Florida, and attended the big Parrot Head convention in Key West, that I've missed since 2011, due to my pain.

      Yes, this is a very Happy Thanksgiving for me and my lovely wife.  We wish a very Happy Thanksgiving to you, and everyone you love.

House Concerts - Time Well Spent

CHARLIE IMES

@

"Piping Parrot" 

House Concert Venue

Set this date aside.  September 2nd, 2015.

It marks the date that San Diego's Charlie Imes returns to the "Piping Parrot" in Sanitaria Springs, NY.

  

This is the second consecutive year that Charlie has brought his Americana and Beach style music to the Binghamton area.

Last year, Charlie played to an intimate gathering of music lovers inside the Piping Parrot. This year, in anticipation of a warm evening and an even larger audience, the concert will be outside.

  

In case you've never been lucky enough to attend a "House Concert", here's the inside scoop:

The donation is minimal, with all donations going directly to the artist.

You are invited to bring a dish to pass and your own choice of adult beverage.

A lawn chair is a necessity, as the outside area has no permanent seating.

You are expected to respect the artist by turning your cell phone's ringer off, and keeping your conversation to intermission and at the end of the show.

There's a "meet & greet" for an hour, before the show. Of course we'll snack and enjoy our beverages during the show, but the buffet style shared meal is afterward.

This means more time to chat with Charlie, and get to know even more about him than his music will have already revealed.

At a House Concert, you get to know the artist, learn the stories behind the songs, and make a friend you'll never forget.

These outstanding artists tour to not only promote their music, but to get to know their fans "up close and personal".  It's like nothing you've ever done before.

The donation is only $15.00 pp for Charlie Imes, and you'll leave feeling that it's  best entertainment dollar you've ever spent. Please call for your reservations.  Bring a friend, and be prepared for a genuine entertainment experience.

The Piping Parrot is located at:

366 Sanitaria Springs Rd.

Sanitaria Springs, NY 13833

Ph: 607-648-6273

Enjoy The Summer Concert Season

     I read on Facebook recently, that someone was miffed because people behind them at a Jimmy Buffett show kept telling them to sit down. The good folks behind them wanted an unobstructed view of the show, and were put out that the person who posted the comments wanted to dance and jump around to the music.

     My immediate thought was “different strokes for different folks”. But that's not a solution to this recurring issue. How many times have you been comfortably seated at a concert when the person, usually a couple, and often an entire group that came together, decide that they want to stand for the entire show. Not only is the stage blocked, but so are the “big screens”. You sit there and listen to the music, feeling closed in by the wall of humanity before you, only able to hear the music coming from the stage.

     Let's explore the situation from both points of view. Yours is that you want to sit and enjoy the $150.00 seats you bought to “see” Jimmy Buffett. Theirs is that they came to “have fun and enjoy the show”. You both paid the same to rent the seats. You're both hearing the same tunes, but you have different ideas of how to enjoy the event. You righteously believe you have a right to remain seated and get the full effect. They, equally righteously believe that they have a right to stand in front of whomever they wish to enjoy the show their way.

     The truth is, nobody's wrong. Everyone should have the right to enjoy it the way they want. In reality, it just doesn't work that way. Since everyone's idea of enjoyment is different, there is no pleasing every person in the house.

     Jimmy Buffett has been on the road since the early 70's, so he has a lot of older fans. However, his material is always evolving, and his subject matter, which is the laid-back “Margaritaville” lifestyle, is sought by younger generations too. I go to see Buffett and I see people from 8 to 80, all grooving to the music and having a ball. It's going to be that way as long as he is out touring, and he is not the only entertainer to be experiencing the same phenomenon right at this moment. 

     There are a number of 70's and 80's acts still touring and filling the houses. I'm sure many in their audiences experience the same issues. Of course not so much if you're Kenny G, or Michael Franks. Excellent shows, but not a standing up and jumping around crowd.

     So what's my answer? My bright idea is for the performer's people to meet with the various venues and evaluate the potential, or in the case of Buffett, proven make-up of the audience. Every arena and stadium has the ability to divide off seating and seating areas. At each show, the venue and performers could cooperate to create a section for people who want, or need, to remain seated.

     I would hope that the seat prices would remain the same as the regular seats, and have a clear view of the stage and at least one big screen. This would be possible in every venue where I've ever seen a Buffett show. Of course, once seated in that area, you'd be asked to leave if you refused to remain seated.

     It may seem simplistic, but has it ever been tried? I don't know. Maybe there are insurmountable flaws in my theory. I think someone has to give it a shot to see how it works out.

     I have to say, that if you go to see Jimmy Buffett, you should be aware that most of the audience will be on their feet for most of the show. It's that type of event. Tolerance is the key to having a pleasant concert experience. If you find yourself seated behind standees, you may try asking them once if they could sit down now and then so you could see. If they refuse, try to make the best of it, and try for better seats next time.

     If you are a stander, please be aware that there are people behind you just as invested in the performer and their seat, as you are. They may like to have an occasional glimpse of the show, and you could sit down now to then to let them see some of it. It's a matter of tolerance and understanding. Before you yell “Sit Down!”, or tell the person who asked you to sit down, “Shut Up!” remember that they are simply enjoying the show their own way.  Maybe because it's the only way they can enjoy it.

     One last thought. If you're looking for the biggest guy at the concert, just text me. I'll point him out to you. He'll be standing right in front of my seat. 

     See you at the show.

Summertime Safety Will Save Your Children

     The summer vacation and travel season, is suddenly upon us.  It may not seem like Summer yet, due to the oddly extreme fluctuations in the temperatures, rainy days, and brisk breezes from the North, that are keeping us hardy north-easterners off our decks and patios.  It's true that we're still about four weeks away from the official start of Summer.  We can't deny, however, that this is the "Memorial Day" weekend, and that traditionally kicks off the travel frenzy we all seem to get caught up in.
     There are a couple of things that really grind away at this writer's delicate sensibilities. The biggest thing on my mind this holiday weekend, is the safety of our children.  This week, travelers from Virginia were passing through on the highway that runs past my berg.  Mom will not be going any further, that she knows of, and the children, ages 1 & 2, are both in the hospital.  
     It's up to every parent and adult who has children in their care, to be especially careful this time of year.  The dangers multiply when the weather grows warmer.
     When there is swimming, biking, skating, outdoor grilling, camping, and hiking to be done, we frequently get caught up in the pleasure of the moment.  When we're distracted by our own good times, being "in the moment" may cause us to overlook simple precautions for our young charges.
     Mind you, this reminder that is as much to myself as to my readers.  Keeping that thought, here's a brief list of things to keep in mind.  I am sure that anything that is not on it, may occur to you as you read these:

     1.)  Proper clothing.  Under or over-dressing in the summer heat can be risky.  Overheating can be caused by too much clothing, and risk of skin damage from the environment as well as the sun can be caused by under-dressing. 
     
     2.)  Sunscreen.  Always wear sunscreen and apply it as early as 1/2 hour prior to going outdoors.  Anything over 30 SPF may not provide enough additional protection to be worthwhile. Please read the following excerpt from a recent article by Dr. Cynthia Bailey, MD, a renowned Dermatologist:

"The percentage of UVB that’s blocked from your skin compared with your product’s SPF value

SPF 2   means 50%   of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 4   means 75%   of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 10  means 90%  of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 15  means 93%   of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 30  means 97%   of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 50  means 98%   of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 70  means 98.5% of UVB rays are blocked
SPF 100 means 99%   of UVB rays are blocked

Notice that once you hit an SPF of 10, then 90% the percent of UVB rays are blocked.  After that the percent of UVB rays blocked doesn't go up very much as the SPF numbers go up.  The sweet spot is SPF 30 where 97% of the UVB rays are blocked, and most dermatologist’s agree."

     3.)  Water Safety Devices.  Properly fitting flotation vests are imperative for any activities on the water.  Inflated devices of any kind are not adequate for children's safety.  Never use those small rings for children's upper arms, inner-tubes, or any other kind of inflatable device.  The device must be able to support a child who is not a swimmer, without possibility of slipping off the child, or deflating while they are in the water.  Anytime a child is in water that may be over their head, an adult should be "hands on".  

    4.)  Bicycle/Skating Safety Devices.  Be sure your child has a helmet that's approved by your state or the federal guidelines.  Be sure that the bike fits the child.  If you can't figure it out, the federal government has done it for you.  Check it out on this url:  http://www.nhtsa.gov/people/injury/pedbimot/bike/KidsandBikeSafetyWeb/index.htm

     5.  Automobile Safety.  Don't even consider starting your engine with an unrestrained child in the car.  Buy and use only NHTSA (National Highway Safety Administration) approved child seats.  Check out:  http://www.nhtsa.gov/.                                    "But little Johnny unhooks the restraints and gets himself out when we're driving," is no excuse.  STOP THE CAR!  Explain/teach, little Johnny that the car won't move if he doesn't stay in the seat, properly secured.  You are the adult.  You are in charge, not the kids.  Belted in, you'll likely survive most crashes.  Un-secured, the kids probably won't.

     6.)  DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!

     7,)  Don't text or make cell phone calls while your car is moving!  Pull over in a safe place to make calls or do text messages.  (This doesn't mean stop in the v-shaped, white lined area between the interstate highway's driving lanes and the off/'on ramps.)

     Skateboarding, bicycling, trampoline jumping, swinging, and nearly any physical activity your child does in the summer, can potentially cause injury.  There's no reason to be paranoid or lock the kids inside for the season.  All that's necessary is common sense.  They tell me that fewer and fewer people, adults and children alike, have much common sense nowadays.  I guess that makes it "uncommon good sense" that's needed.  If you don't have common sense, or can't understand why kids need protection from certain situations, and how to provide it, there are those who've figured it out for you.  Just "Google up" whatever it is you are about to do, and add the word "safe" somewhere in your search.

     Take care during the Summer of 2015, and beyond.  It's attention to the details that will guarantee you a happy and safe vacation season.

MOTORCYCLE SEASON IS ALMOST HERE

STUPID KILLS!

Opinion

I believe that most of the untimely deaths on this planet are from stupidity. Yep. If you don’t die of one of the terminal illnesses that will eventually kill every species that has a pulse, as a human you’re most likely to die of an act of stupidity.  It may be yours, but it could be some other person's that causes it. 

Old age gets credit for nearly all of the natural (non-stupid) deaths, even though the autopsy usually names a specific cause. Face it. We get old, all our parts get old at the same time.  Sooner or later either enough of of those parts, or one of them that’s really essential, gives up the ghost. But, ‘natural causes’ is not what this rant is about. Unless, of course, stupidity has somehow achieved ‘natural cause’ status.

No.  This rant is about some of the stupid things people do on the highway.

A relative of a man I know, recently became a victim of blatant stupidity. One day, a few minutes after noon, while most people were either thinking of lunch or sitting down to eat, his life came to sudden, violent end.

This was a case of another person’s stupidity tragically terminating this man’s hopes and dreams. Stupidity altered the lives of his family, friends, and everyone who depended upon or loved him.

On a busy entrance to a nearby Interstate Highway, an individual pulled the stupid stunt of stopping in the the lane. Here's a good rule of thumb:  The key to successfully negotiating an acceleration lane is to accelerate!  If there is ‘STOP’ or ‘YIELD’ sign, stopping is not an offered option. 

No one will ever truly know the final thoughts and actions of the victim.  We are only left with the results.  But, it’s safe to say he was following a vehicle up the long, high speed acceleration lane.  He was presumably accelerating to blend into the 65 mph plus traffic heading north on Interstate 81. 

I would be looking in my mirrors, glancing over my shoulder to the left, gauging the speed of approaching traffic, and accelerating to blend into it. That’s what you’d be doing, too. That’s what you are supposed to be doing.  It’s the safest thing to do.

In the split second it takes to check traffic behind you, either in your mirror or with a sideways glance, a lot can go wrong. What went wrong this time was that the drivert right ahead of my friend’s brother-in-law, stopped. He stopped!

I didn't mention it, but the victim’s mode of transportation was one that’s invisible to too many motorists. He was astride his beloved Harley-Davidson motorcycle. When you stop dead in front of a motorcycle being driven by someone who assumes you’re doing the right thing on an acceleration ramp, that’s what your doing. You’re stopping him dead. The motorcycle rider braked hard. The skid marks still paint the ramp at the accident scene. It looks like that’s all he had time to do.

From my experience, having ridden a motorcycle for several decades, many automobile drivers operate under a shroud of misinformation. They frequently seem to feel that motorcycles are dangerous, "death-wish mobiles," ridden only by mouth breathing knuckle-draggers.  That is, of course, if they think of them at all.  A large percentage of the automobile driving public ignores motorcycles, out of hand.  Many offer no common courtesy to motorcyclists.  The may have a false impression that bikes can stop on a dime.  That thinking kills hundreds of motorcyclists every year.  

The fact is that a motorcycle can’t stop as quickly as a car.  Nor can it swerve as nimbly around obstacles as a car is able to. The unbendable laws of physics prohibit those maneuvers.

Don’t be stupid. When you are driving a car, be aware 360 degrees around you.  Just like the Driver’s Ed instructor taught you. Watch for the small profile of a bike.  

I suggest that you use the acceleration lane to accelerate and blend with traffic at speed.  I further suggest that when you're on a four lane highway and you observe someone accelerating to blend with you, you give them the courtesy of a lane change whenever possible.  That will clear the driving lane and make their access safer.

When you’re riding your motorcycle, scooter, or even your old blue bicycle, be 100 times more careful and alert than you are in the relatively safe steel cocoon of your car.

Remember…don’t be stupid.  Stupid kills!

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THE LIZ GILES STORIES:

Sargent Elizabeth Giles, Maine State Police:

Liz Giles is six feet tall, with long auburn hair, and emerald eyes. A five-year veteran of the Maine State Police, she looks much younger than her twenty-seven years. Her beauty continually fools many a wife beater, drunken logger, and convenience store robber. Those who occasionally try to ignore her authority, are always unpleasantly surprised. Liz has a talent for quelling domestic disturbances, hunting down criminals, and winning physical confrontations.

On duty, she's a competent, controlled, and occasionally lethal, Maine State Police Sergeant. At over six feet tall, in her shiny black uniform boots, Liz is either eye to eye or looking downward toward most of her contacts. With her hair tucked under her “Smokey Bear” hat, and wearing her dark aviator “cop” shades, she rarely gets much static from people she's dealing with in an official capacity.

Off-duty, her large Ray Bans, casual clothes, self-assured demeanor, and her natural beauty, make many wonder if she's a vacationing movie star. A movie star you'd probably never imagine would play a cop.

Liz is assigned to the far northeastern region of Maine, where there are more bears and moose than people. That may seem to be a good thing, but the people who are living there frequently have their own dark reasons for living in such a remote place. It's not uncommon for Liz to be working with the Maine Ranger Service to catch poachers, burglars, and backwoods people who refuse to recognize the laws or the authority of the officers who enforcement them. Nearly everyone carries a gun and a hunting knife. A large percentage of the region's law breakers will not hesitate to use weapons to avoid being caught doing whatever it is they're doing.

Liz Giles lives with danger every day, and wouldn't have it any other way. Come back every month for a new glimpse into both Liz's life as a Maine State Trooper, and her private life. Join Liz in her adventures as a single young woman who happens to be an intrepid female cop in a tough place.

A Happy 2015! 3 Rules That May Help

January 1, 2015:

     It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that another year has flown by.  It's apparently true that the older you get, the more quickly time seems to pass.
     It turns out things just don't get done if you don't do them the minute you think of them.  I have at least a dozen unfinished projects from 2014, that all seemed well with in reach when I decided to undertake them. However, time is limited, and procrastination is the enemy.  In all these years, I thought I'd learned to do every project right away, so as not to forget or overlook them.  I didn't..
     All it takes is the passing of one day, and whatever it was that was so urgent, seems to lose importance.  Then it remains untouched, becoming another brick in the wall of undone tasks. Thereby creating more obstacles to stumble over on the path to personal satisfaction.
     I'm not a "New Year Resolution" maker.  I see no sense in promising myself to do something I probably should have already done, but have so far failed to do.  I abhor lying.  Only a fool lies to himself.  Any resolutions, except to attempt to continue breathing, with all of it's complications, would be lies.
     Rule # 1:  Never lie to yourself.
     I also take pride in keeping every promise.  Except the few that outside influences somehow cause to slip out of my control. Aren't New Year Resolutions merely promises made to oneself?
     Rule #2: Never make a promise you can't keep.
     Going into 2015, there are no major Earth shattering, universe altering stories in the news. Remember, for instance, going into 2000, with the Y2K fallacy hovering like a black cloud over the planet?  This year, there isn't really any pressing threat to focus upon or worry about.
     Of course, we all should be cognizant of the beauty, ugliness, danger, and safety facets of the world around us.  Life is not a bowl of cherries every single day.  There is bound to be good and bad in our lives.  We'll have to deal with them just as we have throughout the history of mankind.     Remember, nothing is "the end of the World", except the end of the World.  Let's face it, if that happens there'll be nothing to worry about, because there'll be literally nothing to worry about.  I suspect that as individuals, there would be nothing we could do about it anyway.
     Rule # 3:  Don't worry.
     So, my friends, have a fantastic 2015.  Celebrate the pleasures and victories, weather the storms, and enjoy each day as though the World may end tomorrow.  Barring that occurrence, I'm sure most of us will still be enjoying this wonderful circus, 365 days from now.
     HAPPY NEW YEAR!   

The Charlie Imes H/C "Happened"!

     By now, through other postings on other sites, blogs, and facebook pages, most everyone who follows me and my scribbling, or my radio program on "The Shore Radio" (www.wnyshoreradio.com), knows that the Charlie Imes house concert happened in Sanitaria Springs, NY on October 4, 2014.
     What you may not know is that it was truly a "Happening".  Nothing like this had ever hit the wide spot in the road known as Sanitaria Springs, and it hit like a sunny day in the middle of an Upstate NY February.
     Charlie was the hit of the year in our town, and left everyone wanting more house concerts, and definitely a lot more of Charlie Imes music.
     I want to thank everyone who had anything at all to do with this fine event, from the bottom of my heart.  From the facebook followers who helped us spread the word, to the rental company who provided the nicely padded chairs the made the guests so comfortable, it all came together to make a fantastic show.
     Next Spring, we plan to bring another artist in from the far reaches of the US, and then end the summer again in 2015 with another "Summer Encore".  Hopefully, we'll be able to bring a variety of artists in for "Summer Encore '15", and really blow the lid of this little podunk town.
     Again.  Thanks everyone, especially Charlie Imes, for bringing so much pleasure and joy to our band of Trop Rock aficionados, here in Southern Upstate NY.

Charlie & his new buddy, Kona

 

You can contact Charlie at:  Crimes11@mac.com, or his website at: www.crimesofmusic.com

Introducing House Concerts in Sanitaria Springs, NY

   

   

     California Trop Rock star, Charlie Imes, is heading Somewhat North of Disorder.  He'll perform October 4, 2014, right here in Sanitaria Springs, NY.
     Enjoy this personal experience with a national Trop personality, in our home. Space is limited for your comfort.  All seats must be reserved in advance, for only $15.00 per person.  To save your seat, email dondapyrate@gmail.com.
     Coffee and tea are provided by your hosts, Meg and Don.  If you prefer something stronger, BYOB.  Glasses and ice will be provided.  Please bring your favorite dish to pass.
     You've may have never attended anything like this, before.  An actual concert by a renowned artist of the Trop Rock music genre, right in our living room. Enjoy the music, the stories behind the songs, and the homey atmosphere of a "dish to pass" dinner.  We promise you an experience you won't forget.
     Please click on or cut and paste the url below, for information and to reserve your seat:

https://www.facebook.com/events/614288368689856/?ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming

August News - Trockin' Bigtime!

 

     August has been a busy month North of Disorder.  There's been all the fun summer outdoor activities, plus the household and yard maintenance that has to be done while the weather is mild here in the Northeastern US.
     Still, the music is is a big part of everything we do.  I'm happy to say there has been plenty of exciting action around here, on the trock front.  We've been catching all the local Trop bands, and have traveled to Philly a couple of times for great House Concerts at Conchy Joe's
     Mrs da Pyrate completes another trip around the sun in August, so naturally, there will be a celebration.  This year, she has elected to have a party on the deck.  Her plan features a House Concert by an act that's a personal favorite of her's, Davey Werkhiser and Cathy Jo Vine.  This duo is part of Davey & The Waverunners band, from Broadway, NJ.  They will be gracing the da Pyrate's boards on August 17th.  It's not Meg's birth date, but close, and the nearest time that Davey and Cathy could fit the show into their busy summer schedule.  I'm sorry.  It's a private, "Invitation Only" show, so no seats are available.
     Also this month, another exciting bit of musical event news has popped up at the da Pyrate house.  Charlie Imes, a Trop Rocker from Del Mar, CA, will be playing a House Concert at our home on October 4th.  Charlie is touring America right now, covering many of the lower forty-eight states, with his "Summer's Here" tour.  Charlie released his latest CD, "Summer's Here" a few weeks ago, and is on the road taking it to his fans, up close and personal.  Earlier this week he was in Spokane, WA, and will perform in Boise, ID on August 15th.  He's working his way across the country, trockkin' all the way.
     Anyone who is interested in attending this Charlie Imes concert in the Binghamton, NY area, should contact me at dondapyrate@gmail.com.  It's the only way you can get a seat.  There is a limited number of seats available, at only $15.00 each.  Tickets to Charlie's "Summer's Here" show are "first come-first served".
    There won't be much more on the 'live music at our house' front, this season. We are still planning to go to Key West during MOTM, this year.  Lots of details involved in that, so it's going to eat up our short attention spans.
     Below, I'm including a link to Charley's "Drive America" video.  I invite you copy and paste it in your browser, and discover the quality of his writing and musical performance.

http://youtu.be/4jz2Ag2xmIA

     It may not be a coincidence that just like the song says, Charlie's "seeing America from the window of my automobile".
     Enjoy the music, come out to meet Charlie Imes, and.... TROCK ON!

Road Trip! Thanks for This Life.

     July 2014 is almost over, but there's a lot more mid-summer fun to be had. There's a ton of music to be enjoyed, and parties yet to be attended.  We're about to hit the road again.  This time, to a House Concert to enjoy the talents of another fine singer songwriter.
     My GPS tells me it's about two and a half hours from my deck in Sanitaria Springs, NY, to Conchy Joe's patio and stage, in Lansdale, PA.
     It's an easy two and a half hour trip, and the listening experience at our destination will make it a pure joy.  There's good friends to share the ride with, and there'll be many familiar faces at the event.  Together, as they always do, this combination will make it a day to remember.
     Maybe this trip will be even more of a fond memory, since it's how Meg has decided she wants to spend her wedding anniversary.  Our anniversary is July 27th.  The few years it's been, have passed so quickly, that in my mind they seem like only weeks.
     It's going to be an amazing day, regardless of the weather, how well Tim Charron performs in Joe's backyard, or how satisfying the evening meal at Cooper's Cabana.  Cooper's is Meg's choice of where to enjoy her anniversary dinner, and I agree wholeheartedly.  It's going to be a great day because Meg and I enjoy each other's company, and sharing our time with good friends and good music.
     This blog entry was going to be a diatribe about safe driving.  A rant about how to keep from running me off the road on Interstate 81, and the PA Turnpike, during tomorrow's road trip.  However, I find it much more fulfilling to reflect on the time Meg and I have been together.  Time invested in raising our two children, the many wonderful things we've enjoyed doing together, and the good times we plan to continue enjoying for many years to come.
     Happy anniversary Meg!  I love you, and want you to know how much I appreciate that you've made my life so damn interesting, thus far.  It's been exciting, sweetheart.  I can't wait to see what happens next.
   
     

Jimmy Buffett Night at the Drive-In Theater

   Last evening "The Shore" sent the resident pillaging plunderer, Don da Pyrate to the theater.  Yep, I went to a drive-in style movie lot, under the stars.  Sometimes we have to sacrifice, eh?
    Jimmy Buffett's show @ The Drive-In was nothing short of spectacular. The Circle Drive-In in Dickson City, PA was a near perfect venue for the show. They featured a clean and spacious concession stand, sparkling rest rooms, and popcorn and snacks for those who didn't bring enough goodies with them.
     Any regs that may prohibit bringing your own food, alcohol, cooking aparatus, and entertainment, were suspended for the night.
     The large crowd enjoyed Jimmy & the Reefers' performance on the gigantic screen, and the sound was definitely concert quality. I don't know the numbers nationwide, but if the other theaters showing this live show had similar crowds, the total attendence must have been huge. 
     It had all the atmosphere, camaraderie, and outlandish phun of any Buffett show, at a fraction of the price. It also no doubt brought Jimmy close to tens of thousands of fans, who for once, didn't have a need for long distance travel, and/or overnight accommodations. There was no need to carry all your tailgating goodies and cooking paraphernalia hundreds of miles, then throwing away a ton of leftovers. 
     Before the show, there was JB music and tailgate parties everywhere. I've been told that some venues even had live Trop bands playing in the theater lots. The Boat Drunks' Mike Miller was in a Drive-In, and Big Papa & The Escape Key Band was in one in upstate NY. I'm sure many others were playing in the open air last night, as well.
     Da Pyrate believes that live drive-in Buffett shows should become an annual event. It would bring Jimmy & The Coral Reefers to untold thousands who would not normally be able to see them live. The concert was the real thing. The Parrot Head party was the real thing.  Jimmy Buffett Drive-In Night has got to be a win/win for both Buffett and his legion of rabid Parrot Head fanz.

Where The Hell Have I Been? Where Am I Now?

     It's June already.  I look at the "North of Disorder" blog, and I'm stunned to realize that I haven't blogged in over a month.  Really, now? There's simply no excuse for that, and it's time to make amends.
     There has been a whirlwind of "life" in the month of May.  The "Write On The Edge, NY" blog has taken off.  Sure, we don't have as many readers or submissions as we'd like, yet.  The operative word here is, yet.  Our next deadline is in June for a July publication date, and we know that there are more writers and poets submitting than in our first issue which arrived on April 15th.  
     It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway, anyone reading this blog who's like to submit to Write On The Edge, NY, should not hesitate to go to the following Website and get your material in our hands: http://writeontheedgeny.wordpress.com/.
     It's the cusp of the busiest season of the year, for Trop Rock shows and charitable events featuring Trop Rock and Americana music.  The Summer brings events from coast to coast, and the Internet radio station I work on, "The Shore", www.wnyshoreradio.com, is busy as a cat covering waste matter, keeping abreast of all the acts and exciting occurrences in our fairly narrowly focused music genre.
     There is one thing that's true of both Jimmy Buffett's Parrot Head Nation, and the Trop Rock Music Nation.  They share a demographic that consists of some of the most generous people in the world.  It's my experience that there is never a major Trop Rock event that is not for the benefit of charity.  I'm not selling Trop Rock here....well, yes I really am. It's the music of your vacation and summertime party.  If you want a good time with a laid back party atmosphere, attend any Trop Rock show, whether it's a single artist House Concert, or a multiple act regional event.
     I have heard of a man called "The Sauce Boss" for some years.  It's said that he plays the music of the Louisiana delta region, and serves up actual gumbo at his performances.  That's a show I'm going to attend in Johnson City, NY this weekend.  I'm looking forward to that with great anticipation.
     The following weekend, Meg and I are going to Lansdale, PA for a House Concert with not one, but two important Trop Rock acts performing.  We're having a mini vacation, staying overnight in the Philadelphia area, and enjoying music and friends 'til the wee hours.  It's going to be a show to remember, for sure.  I'll definitely blog about both of these upcoming shows after I've experienced them.
     There's so much to share, that I don't even know where to start, so I'm going to end here.  That seems reasonable, to me.  I ask that you check back and see what unfolds during the next two weeks, and throughout the month of June.  I plan to finish up the first half of 2014 with as much fun and excitement as I can stand, and I'll share it all with you.
     I'll be posting one of my recent stories, for your enjoyment, later this week.  Keep an eye out for that, my friends.
     Be sure to leave your comments so I'll know what you're thinking.  Remember, if you like the blog, please tell your friends.  If you don't like it, tell your enemies.  Thank you!
     
     

The Barber's Chair

     “Good morning, Charlie,” the tall stranger said. He hung his baseball cap on the rack by the door as he strode into the tiny one chair barber shop. Two of the three customer seats, along the front window were filled. He took the empty seat. He smiled and nodded toward the barber, who was sweeping up hair clippings around the barber chair. “How's your wild love life coming along?” he asked.

     The barber bent an eye on the newcomer. His name was Pete, and he wondered why the stranger called him Charlie. “What was that, bud?” Pete asked. “Haven't seen you in here before, have we?”

     “Funny, Charlie,” the new arrival laughed. “I was just wondering if everything is good with you and that little blonde you were with last Saturday night? I believe you two were about to head for the nearest 'no-tell'.”

     “Whaaa...what?” Pete the barber sputtered. “Look, pal. My name is Pete. I'm not Charlie, and I don't believe we've ever met. You've mistaken me for somebody else.”

     “Maybe,” The stranger smiled. “But how else would you know my name is Bud?”

     “I call everyone bud if I don't know their name.” Pete said. “You're confusing me.”

     “You didn't seem confused about who you were and what you wanted, Saturday night at Ollie's Oyster Bar & Grill. You seemed pretty focused on the blonde with her hand in your pants,” the grinning stranger said. “Hey, today is Saturday. You guys all going out again tonight?”

     “Knock off the bullshit or I'm gonna throw your ass out of here!” Pete warned. 

      Just then, the stranger's eye caught a flash of red hair. For a brief moment, a pretty face poked out of the door marked OFFICE.  Noticing his wife peeking from the office door, Pete renewed his threat to toss the tall man out.

     “Just knock off the shit, buddy! Bob and Roy here will back me up. They were with me all last Saturday night.”

     The two men waiting for haircuts stared at the stranger with wide eyes and open mouths.

     “Ain't that right, fellas?” Pete pleaded. “Tell 'em, Roy. Tell 'em Bobby.”

     The customer sitting in the chair by the door, said, “What the hell you talkin' about? Pete's name sure as hell ain't Charlie. It's Pete, and he was with me and Bob, like always.”

     “That's right,” the other man chimed in. “Texas Hold-em at my place, every Saturday night. Five years straight.”

     “Sorry, boys,” the stranger said, looking at the man closest to the door. “Roy, isn't it? How about that handsome young guy you were schmoozing up at the Oyster Bar?” The tall man casually scratched his chin and continued. “When you left together, weren't you were slipping out to hook up in the parking lot? Guess that's none of my business. Nothing's wrong with that.”

     “You son of a bitch!” Roy screamed, jumping to his feet. “You calling me queer?” 

     The other customer made a grab for him. Bob snagged Roy by the belt and hauled him back to his chair.

     “Settle down, Roy, this guy's just having a little fun,” Bob said calmly. “We know he's full of shit. No need to go all crazy.”

     The loud exchange among the barber and his patrons, brought the tall red-head out of the office. She stood in front of the three men, hands on her hips, green eyes flashing. Slowly, she turned to the stranger.

     “I don't know who you are, but what you're saying makes a lot of sense,” she said. “So, Pete calls himself Charlie when he goes out with these guys, huh? Every Saturday night he says he's going to Bob's to play poker. If I call his cell, it goes straight to message. When I call Roy's cell, there's never an answer. Same for Bob's. I can never get a hold of Pete 'til he crawls in, half drunk, about sun-up.”

     “Callie, honey,” the barber stammered. “You don't believe this guy, do you? Every Saturday night, the three of us do play poker at Bob's.” Tell her boys.

     “He's tellin' you the truth.” Bob offered. “We shut off the phones, so our boys' night don't get interrupted.”

     “Hey, I'm sorry fellas,” the stranger said. “I didn't mean to make any trouble for you guys. I didn't know it was so secret.” He shook his head slowly. “I only met you guys that one time.”

     The newcomer looked down at the barber shop floor. He seemed deep in thought.

     “Just one question, Bobby,” he continued. “Is that zaftig little brunette you were with your wife, or is she a secret too?” The stranger winked. “I noticed you had your hand on her ass all night.”

     Now, it was Bob who sprang from his chair. His face was livid, his mouth twisted in an angry snarl. “You son of a bitch! My wife was home Saturday night. And, you got a hell of a nerve calling her fat!” Bob's hot temper flared and he lost it. He lunged toward the stranger, flailing with both fists, hitting only air.

     Callie Postall stepped between Bob and the talkative stranger. She was the tallest, fittest, and strongest person in the shop. When the puny Bob moved to clobber the stranger, Callie stopped him in mid lunge. She flung him backwards, his feet off the floor.

     Bob landed like a rag doll, back in his seat. The old chair splintered on impact. Bob kept falling until he was on his back on the floor. He quickly scrambled to his feet. Suddenly he was a White Knight. A man bent on defending his beloved wife's honor. However, he was slightly dizzy, and lost his balance. He crashed once again landing in the pile of splinters that had recently been a chair.

     The chair was kindling, but one broken leg was sticking straight up in the air. Unluckily for Bob, his butt landed dead center on that leg. He shrieked with pain, and struggled to his feet. In a frenzy and still screaming, he ran to the door at full speed. He reached for the knob. He missed it. The door didn't open. He couldn't stop. Bob crashed through the door's plate glass window and landed face first in the shards of broken glass on the sidewalk.

     In pain and disoriented, Bob regained his feet. He was bleeding from his hands, face, and ass. That's when the instinctive “fight or flight response” took over. Bob chose flight. With the chair leg sticking through the hole it had made in his shorts wagging like a dog's tail, Bob sped down the street wailing at the top of his lungs.

     He flew past an old wino sitting at the bus stop. As Bob passed, the derelict saluted with his brown bag. “Mornin' Bobby,” he mumbled. “What's your hurry?”

     Back at the barber shop, Callie was glaring at her husband and his friend. “Don't worry,” she snapped. “ Bob will be fine.  That's what he gets for being part of your lying, cheating scheme.”

     Roy and Pete were speechless. Their faces were blank. They looked past Callie, at the stranger standing behind her. They saw the crooked grin on his face.

     “Wipe those stupid looks off your faces!” Callie shrieked. “I'm going to divorce you, Peter Postall! As for you Roy, before I call my lawyer, I'm calling your wife. Regina has been looking for an excuse to kick your ass out, for years. I'm sure you and your 'boy toy' will be very happy. Looks like you and Pete both screwed.”

     “But Callie,” Roy whined. “I love Regina more than life itself! Please don't tell her these lies. I work twelve hours a day, six days a week, just to give her everything she wants.”

     “Don't make me laugh, Roy. All Regina ever wanted was your attention, but all you do is work. Your gardener, who by the way is screwing you, is screwing her too.”

     “It looks like trying to cheat the IRS just bit you on the ass, Peter. Signing everything over to me, wasn't such a great idea after all, was it?” Callie became calm. She turned on her heel and headed for the office. “All of you get the hell out of my barbershop!”

     A deathly silence settled over the little shop. There was nothing left to say.

     The tall stranger slowly ambled to the rack and retrieved his cap. He turned and smiled at Pete the barber. “Well,” he said. “I guess I won't be getting a haircut today.”

     The stranger walked out through the shattered door, onto the street. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a cell phone and hit speed dial number one. The call was answered almost immediately.

     “Mr. Serling, you were right,” he grinned. “It went just like you said it would.”

                                                T H E   E N D

Author's note: All characters and events portrayed, are fictional.  This story is the product of the twisted mind of Don Winfield. If you like this story, please tell your friends to subscribe to this blog. Thank you.